Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short list of I like to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, Kick (I Just wanna ball, yeah)
I just ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?'
I you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't believe it When your doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
no runnin' in it
A when I fucked that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, against me shall
But welcome to form
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street reppin
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No
She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a Wraith on the bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Youngsta , back to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the North

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
Running up a bag, do it for 'em to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', work till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real riding ridin under Wraith stars

I just wanna ball in the
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it